The Thin Line Between Love & Hate

|2.| All Hale The Bougie Princess

"Kill me now." Mackenzie sighed as she watched Shawn and Brooklyn bring in the last of their things.

She was leaning against the stair railing while shaking her head.

This is really happening.

She thought to herself. She had been dreading this day since the dinner which was a week ago and now it was finally here, unfortunately.

Beyoncé had been happy and giddy all day today. While Mackenzie moped around like her life was ending.

"Kenz, honey can you help Brooklyn move the rest of her things to her room." She groaned and pouted stomping her foot.

"Mom, seriously Where's Ms. Denna?" Beyoncé sighed.

"I gave her the rest of the day off she wasn't feeling to well." Mackenzie looked at her skeptically.

"I have a feeling your doing this purposely." Beyoncé shook her head as she followed her daughter down the stairs and into the living room.

"Im not doing anything up, But I would like it if you two could atleast be cordial since you'll be living in the same house."

"I will be cordial with her, just as long as she's cordial with me."

Beyoncé sighed as they walked towards shawn while he was bringing in another box.

"Brook, Kenzie's gonna show you where your room is." She gave a fake smile while Brooklyn shrugged and nodded her head.

She picked up her bags leaving the boxes for her father like he offered and gave Mackenzie a look telling her to lead the way.

The walk up the stairs and down the hall felt like eternity for Mackenzie while Brooklyn amired the many pictures on the walls of herself and Mackenzie when they were younger.

She couldn't believe that her sister was once her bestfriend. But things changed and she matured. So she thought. She didn't need her sister. All she did was weigh her down and tried to make her feel as if she was below her. Both sisters had aspirations which were completely different from each other. But at times they felt the need to degrade each other into feeling as if they're future wasn't for them which was quite sad considering they were family.

Mackenzie opened the door to the bed room and stepped to the side letting Brooklyn in. She didn't say anything but Mackenzie knew she liked it by the look on her face. 

All throughout the week Beyoncé had designers running in and out of here to make sure the room was right for Brooklyn and that she felt comfortable in it.

The first place her eyes shifted to was the vanity set against the wall. She dropped her bag on the floor excitingly and walked towards it.